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On a dark desert highway |
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Cool wind in my hair |
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The wrm smell of colitas |
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Rising up through the air |
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Up ahaed in a distance |
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I saw ashimmering light |
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My head grew heavy and my side grew dim |
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I had to stop for the night |
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There she stood in the doorway |
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I heard the mission bell |
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And I was thinking to myself |
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This could be heaven or this could be hell |
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Then she lit up a candle |
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And she showed me the way |
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There were voices down the corridore |
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I thought I heard them say |
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Welcome to the Hotel California |
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Such a lovely place, such a lovely face |
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There's plenty of room in the Hotel California |
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Any time of year, you can find it here |
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Her mind is tiffany twisted |
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She's got a Mercedes Benz |
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She's got a lotta pretty, pretty boys |
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She calls friends |
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How they dance in the courtyard |
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Sweet summer sweat |
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Some dance to remember |
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Some dance to forget |
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So I called up the captain |
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Please bring me my vine |
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He said "We haven't had that spirit here since 1969" |
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And still those voices they're calling from far away |
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Wake you up in the middle of the night |
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Just to hear them say |
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Welcome to the Hotel California |
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Such a lovely place, such a lovely face |
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They're livin' it up at the Hotel California |
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What a nice surprise, bring your alibis |
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Mirrors on the ceilling, the pink champaign on ice |
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And she said "We are all just prisoners here of our own device" |
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In the masters chambers they're gahthered for the feast |
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They stab it with their steely knifes but they just can't kill the beast |
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Last thing I remember, I was runnin' for the door |
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I had to find the passage back to the place I was before |
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"Relax" said the night man "We're all programmed to recieve |
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You can check out everytime you like, but you can never leave" |